What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?
I have been thinking about this a lot lately, actually. My husband is currently going to school for what he has always dreamed of going for. Me, on the other hand, have no idea what I want to do. It’s a hard decision to make for me. Unlike some people who have known since middle school or before, and stuck with it.
But how did they know? How did they know for sure that that’s what they wanted to do? I have so many things I would love to be able to do, but which one do I love more? How do I decide?
I love cooking, art, photography, animals, and trees, and so much more. How do you decide which one you want to start with at least?!
I’ve been considering Wildlife Conservation because it covers a few of those areas I love so much. I’m a “fun fact” or “did you know..” kind of girl. Wildlife Conservation covers animals, plants, and their environments. Which is the biggest interest of mine.
Major in Wildlife Conservation and minor in Photography..? I think that might be the route I’m going. For now.
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I truly and completely believe there are several ways to have fun while exercising. It really depends on what the exerciser thinks is fun. In my opinion, dancing is the most fun way to exercise.
Dancing isn’t only a pleasure for quality music. But a way to express yourself. Whether it’s a story telling dance, a spiritual dance, a cultural dance, a trendy dance, or a workout dance.
Dancing is an excellent way to stretch your muscles, get your heart rate up, and your blood flowing!
It’s fun to let loose and let the music take you away! Close your eyes and feel the beats. Find those songs that make you start to move without even thinking about it. Or have a dance party, it’s healthy.
Twenty-nine years. Twenty-nine years of extremely joyous ups. Twenty-nine years of gut wrenching downs. Twenty. Nine. Years.
They were both young when they met, still in high school. Just a couple kids. A couple of kids who met through mutual friends a few times and eventually hit it off… one night.
Ten months later I was born. In a hospital in North Georgia after 72 hours of active labor and eventually having to be vacuumed out by my head. My mother really didn’t want anything to do with my father at the time so he didn’t get to see my for a few months.
He was able to finally convince her to let him see me, so they started meeting up every now and then so we could bond as father and daughter. Through the course of eight months, my parents began to fall in love and ultimately decided to get married for their child’s benefit.
Growing up was quite different for me. I was an only child, which wasn’t super common in the 90s-00s. So I was alone quite a lot if my parents were busy around the age of 8, I believe. We did make some great memories at Field Days at school, Trick or Treating, Ruby Falls, Rock City, Aquarium. Trips to Crossville Tennessee for reunions, Christmas, and visiting my great grandparents.
But it wasn’t always sunshine and bright skies. My parents argued a lot. Almost constantly. To the point sometimes I believed their marriage would end and I would be left to choose between them.
It got to the point where I ended up moving in with my best friend at the time. I stayed with her awhile. Until my parents worked out their problems and decided to move. So they took my friend and I with them to look at a house. We all loved it so they ended up buying it.
Everything took a turn after that. My parents got their shit together and started taking care of themselves and each other. They spent every minute outside of work together. When my father was on break at work, he would call my mother and spend that time talking and laughing. They enjoyed going to Church and hanging with friends from Church at events.
They would go on cute little day dates to McDonalds for ice cream. Or they would go on night dates to dinner by themselves or go with a group from their Church. Until Thanksgiving of 2020.
My mother became ill. She was taken the hospital multiple times until they finally had to admit her for not getting enough oxygen and having trouble breathing. Turns out she had COVID. It was pretty new then, so the doctors did everything they knew to do.
She spent months in the hospital, attached to machines and having to do dialysis 3 times a week. For at least three weeks out of those months, she was in a medically induced coma to give her lungs a break and try to heal after removing all of the fluid from them from COVID. By the end of her hospital stay she had several broken ribs, rashes, bed sores, a collapsed lung, a fentanyl patch on both arms, failing kidneys, she could not talk, and she was on 100% oxygen.
On April 7, 2021, my mother’s body stopped fighting, it gave up. It could no longer handle all of the pain her body had been through, recently and in the past when she was younger. Her heart gave out and they pronounced her dead after 7 minutes of CRP.
My father was devastated. I’ve never had someone’s cries chill me to the bone like it did hearing my father cry on the phone when he called me to tell me the news. My heart immediately ripped into pieces. My whole world stopped and started to crumble around me. I could hear the horrid despair in my fathers voice.
The months that followed the funeral seem to really be a blur. My father spent most days crying and sending old photos to me that he found. Telling me he didn’t know how he was going to survive. I was doing my best to be strong for him and for my three babies. But in reality, I was struggling so much harder than anyone could see.
In two months it will be 2 years since she died. I still struggle some days. Some days are way harder than others. Some days I just want to pick up the phone and call her. I spend most of the day thinking about her and crying to myself. My father seems to be moving okay at this point, he has himself a girlfriend now.
But a couple weeks ago he texted me to tell me that he is engaged to this woman now. I feel so weird. I feel like I have fallen deep into a terrible nightmare that has only just begun. None of it makes any sense to me. How could someone that spent 29 years with someone, move on that fast in less than two years. Am I wrong for feeling this way? I don’t know anything about this woman. Makes me almost wondering if they had something going on already since he’s so quick to ask for her hand. I also know that my father is very Christianly. So I’m not sure, I just know that I feel like a small child who has lost a parent suddenly and wondering how dad could cheat on mom! When in reality I’m grown woman who is almost 32 years old and I shouldn’t feel this way. I am one of those special kids whose parents never got divorced and everyone always dreamed of a love like theirs.
I know he has been lonely since my mother died because we live so far away and my grandmother, his mother, has dementia. So somedays she doesn’t even remember who he is. But I don’t understand his thinking on this one and does he really love this woman enough to commit to her already? I want him to be happy and it kills me that he has been so lonely, but this decision has completely broken my heart. I have been so upset about it that I have tried to forget that it’s even happening. How do I tell my three babies, who still say mamaws and papaws house, that their papaw is marrying another woman soon, someone they don’t know and who isn’t their mamaw? I am just a mess over this.
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